My husband had gone on his two week annual training for the Army
Reserves about 150 miles from our home. I decided to go and visit him
for the night on the middle weekend. My mom usually took care of Jessie, our
then four year old yorkie. She was away and I thought Jessie would be
all right alone for one night. I left plenty of food, water and toys to
keep her occupied for the night and took off. When I returned the next
day I had a sinking feeling when I didn't hear her familiar bark. I
went into the back yard and sure enough, she was gone. She had somehow
gotten out of our six foot privacy fence. I drove around looking for
her. I put an ad in the paper. I went to the shelter. I called all of
the vets in the area. I even had fliers made and posted them
everywhere.

Four terribly long and worry filled days passed with no news. I began
looking on the sides of the roads to see if she had been hit. On the
fourth day I got a call from the manager of the Dominos Pizza nearest
us. He said that if I got some of the fliers to him, he would put them on
all of the pizza boxes that went out that night. The fliers went all
over the area where we live. Ironically, it was one of the delivery
guys that found her. She was about four miles from home, covered in mud
and ticks, missing a toenail, and had an awful rash. Gregg (the
delivery guy) didn't realize it was the same dog that was on the box
until he tried to bathe her the next morning. He noticed the collar
that I described on the flier. He called me and I told him her name was
Jessie. She responded! I had found my baby! Sometimes people still
recognize her as the dog on the pizza box! When Dominos says they
deliver, they really mean it!